My attention was drawn first to my hands – large, oddly white, with a dry clean skin such as occurs after frequent and hard scrubbing. The significant thing was that they were the hands of an old man,, “How old am I pondered. “A lab many doctor, scientist?”

I’m not the person you are now looking at. I’m a phantom in his image, a visitor from another world.”

Only now the awesome thought got through to me of what was going on. A leap across a country! Not simply into an adjacent world, but into a world of absolutely different things – different machines, habits and relations.